You came into my life like a firestorm,
Something dangerous yet so compelling.
I knew that if I got too close I might get burned,
But there was also the chance that getting too close could ignite a spark, even fireworks perhaps
And so I took the risk, which left me with a wounded heart.
For you were a fire,
And your flames danced on my skin as if it were a stage,
And you put on quite the show.
You’ve filled my lungs with smoke from all your games,
And now I am left charred and scorching in pain.
You extinguished me from your life to create fireworks with someone else
And now all I am left with is nothing but ash.
By: Christina Bruno
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We spend most of our lives, trying to source the rarest diamonds
Since we all want the best, I figure why not
Some spend forever searching, for that special gem
Seems like a perpetual cycle, that never ends
Just seeking a love, that goes way beyond friends
But it’s exhausting, just thinking of all the wasted time spent
I finally found it, a polished diamond that shines
After all of this searching, you will forever be mines
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Poetry is inspired, by all sorts of things in life
It can be a mini story, we sometimes write
Like loosing someone we love, who really cares
Sometimes, it’s creative ideas we want to share
Most importantly, poetry cannot be defined by a single word
It can be the most sad, or beautiful thing we ever heard
It’s contagious, and spreads rapidly like a raging fire
The only thing left to do, is be Poetry Inspired
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via Daily Prompt: Imaginary
As children we picture a world, more beautiful than this
It’s called an imagination, adults forget to utilize this gift
But when we grow up, we realize such a mythical world is nonexistent
In school we where strip of our vision, told that our storybook world is silly business
As adults stay persistent, and continue to make-believe
We would be shocked, how many imaginary thoughts we might achieve
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